Fuck It Lyrics

Aye

I'm just finna bullshit

Just finna put some shit together right quick man

Just don't take me serious

(Oh yeah yeah yeah)

Fuck around in the yo today

Aye

Every day I wake up

I keep it P, Guess I'm something like a playa

Xbox and hoes only thing a nigga playing

Slide on a nigga if they really feeling playful

One last breath, only thing a nigga taken

70 dollars in this bitch you gotta pay me

I touch 50 grand in this shit and I ain't famous

Sign my own check fo' I signed to a label

And I won't never sell my soul, I guess I ain't going major

Still got hoes trying to reach me like a pager

Nine karat diamonds on my wrist they going crazy

Bought a king bed, I'm a king nigga, can't even lay up

Took this lil hoe to the telly, can't show her where I stay at

Fuck her in the backseat of the rolla', baby lay back

5% tint, shit like a curtain on the Maybach

And where you play that's where you lay at

Flat dark Earth Glock 43, my baby

And its topped off

Take your top off

You can get a free shot

Hole-in-one, Topgolf

Bad bitches, good weed, double cup, nod off

Pop a couple perk 30s bih dis ain't no Tylenol

Keep a whole 20 ball that bih bussin' out my pockets

Got a hunnid' thousand in a Goyard, it's fuck a wallet

I can make a hunnid' thousand tomorrow, don't need accountants

A hunnid' thousand on your head, you dead, my little ones counting

All I need is a reason and I'm squeezing

Cold nigga like anemic it's murder season

Spin your block like defense

I wipe your nose like your sneezing

Ain't no swimming lessons, find you floating in the deep end

Gave your bitch some pipe and now she leaking

Then I called that bitch a Uber, girl you leaving

Time to pass her like I'm preaching

And I'm down to die for shit that I believe in

Can't fuck with flaw ass niggas they misleading

I fuck you raw lil shawty but I can't leave in

You gotta watch them rats, they be cheesy

Bring down the whole operation for some Cheez-Its

Junkies at the window, serve em' through the back door

Birds in the bando

Ho don't slam my door this ain't a scat

This Lambo

Punch the gas on this bitch the motor say I'm going ghost

Feeling like the whole car bout to lift up off the road

Feeling like I'm Sneak-C, pop a wheelie, adios

Feel like my nigga Tyshawn how I'm running on these roads (Yeah)

Exit 52 for my niggas back home (Yeah)

Delray Atlantic for them niggas who don't know (Yeah)

Saint Mary's baby, Da Ray raised a G.O.A.T (Yeah)

A T L too live, that shit went crazy

Can't forget my Thad bro congrats on your baby for real bro

Shout out MikeDoza to

Jell-O

All them boys

Joel bro

Haha